"The young girl has a really kind heart!" the elderly man said warmly, "Thank you." After a while, another door was pushed open, and An Yin stepped inside. After using the restroom, she went to the sink, removed her mask, and took out a tissue to wipe her nose. At the wall-side, there were four sinks. After washing his hands, the elderly man turned and saw the young girl’s face, revealing a touch of amazement in his eyes. "The young girl is really beautiful!" the elderly man praised without hesitation. Hearing the man’s words, An Yin turned her head, meeting a pair of kind eyes. She smiled, unsure of how to respond. Quickly washing her hands, she swiftly put her mask back on and headed outside. The car was already refueled, and many people had boarded. An Yin didn’t want to wait outside and went directly into the car. After the driver went inside to pay, he saw many people chatting at the corner and shouted loudly, "Everyone, get on the bus." The driver’s voice was rough, and upon hearing it, everyone started boarding. Not long after An Yin sat down, the man who originally sat beside her came over unhurriedly. As he sat down, An Yin felt her seat slightly tremble. An Yin thought about how she accidentally fell asleep on his shoulder earlier, feeling inexplicably uneasy. This time, she must not fall asleep, An Yin thought to herself. The car restarted, and the atmosphere inside the car instantly became lively, with sporadic conversations filling the air. As a shrewd businessman, Meng Heming was quite adept at reading people, sensing the young girl’s unease. Despite usually not liking to chat, he surprisingly took the initiative to strike up a conversation. "Young girl, are there any recommended sights at the place we’re getting off?" he asked, his distant eyes naturally falling on her lively ones. An Yin was drawn by his attention, "Is this your first time going there?" "Yes." Meng Heming replied candidly. An Yin tilted her head, racking her brain. For this small city where she had grown up, she felt both familiar and strange. When she was young, Ms. An would take her to nearby amusement parks or occasionally to nearby parks to see flowers and plants. But as for the attractions in this small city, An Yin wasn’t familiar, because Ms. An was mostly busy taking care of the bookstore, having no time to take her out to play. An Yin lowered her gaze, "No." The young girl appeared apologetic, and her sincerity was evident. Meng Heming knew she wasn’t lying. "Alright then, I’ll wander around by myself." Meng Heming sighed. Check latest chapters at 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚•𝕟𝕖𝕥 Originally, whenever he arrived at a place, he would wander around aimlessly. Now, encountering a young girl who resembled someone, made him want to know more about the small city he was heading to. "Are you traveling around here?" An Yin asked out of pure curiosity. The man appeared extraordinary, his clothes were impeccably ironed, clearly expensive. Upon hearing her question, Meng Heming’s gaze landed on her face. The pink mask made her skin appear even fairer, and her puzzled eyes looking up at him, resembled a cute, endearing little rabbit. "I’m looking for my lover." After a long pause, he uttered these words with a note of helplessness. Hearing the word "lover" again, An Yin’s heart inexplicably quickened, "Did your lover come here?" "I don’t know." Meng Heming looked back, his gaze slightly hollow. An Yin didn’t immediately grasp the meaning behind his words, but since it was someone else’s privacy, she didn’t dare to ask more, responding softly, "You will definitely find them." Her voice was sweet and soothing. The long-buried emptiness and loneliness in his heart eased significantly with her words, not knowing that a stranger could bring him such an unusual feeling. The bus drove along the highway, the wind outside roaring loudly. When they arrived at the station, the weather was gray, intermixed with the fresh scent of wet leaves and earth. Meng Heming still let the young girl walk ahead, following her closely. After An Yin got off, she retrieved her suitcase. As she was about to leave, she couldn’t resist glancing in the man’s direction, finding his gaze also looking at her. For some reason, a sour and bitter feeling surged in her heart. The man stood tall and straight afar, his every gesture exuding a settling reassurance. An Yin couldn’t understand why she had such thoughts, having spent only a short time with him. She waved in the man’s direction. With her mouth lightly opened beneath the mask, she softly muttered, "Goodbye!" Then, she turned and left, dragging her suitcase. A few meters away, Meng Heming stood there, his deep gaze following the young girl until her slender figure completely disappeared. It felt as though a piece of his heart had been carved out. His chest throbbed violently, after lightly coughing a few times, he calmed his saddened expression. The peculiar emotions erupting in his heart earlier, perhaps the young girl’s eyes too closely resembled those of another. "Cough, cough..." He reached up to touch his chest, and after his body settled, he began to move. Due to the coughing, his mask had some saliva on it, so he took it off and tossed it directly into the trash can. That rugged and stern face, with brows like swords, slanted into the temples, while his eyes flickered with a mesmerizing light, a faint loneliness etched between his brows. At this time, an elderly person approached slowly from behind, carrying something. Perhaps it was too heavy, for the elder struggled, and as he passed by, the bag in his hand dropped. Meng Heming saw it, his tall back slightly bending, helping to pick up the bag from the ground. Realizing the weight in his hand, his face changed slightly, "The items are too heavy, let me help you carry them out." At that moment, they were at the disembarking spot, with a bit of distance to leave the station. The elderly person was short, heard his words, and sluggishly lifted his head. Seeing the man’s remarkably handsome face, he exclaimed, "Thank you, then." Meng Heming carried the bag, slowly walking outward. As they walked, the elderly continued to chatter, "You and your daughter both have really good hearts!" Upon hearing this, Meng Heming frowned slightly, assuming the elderly individual might be a bit muddled, and didn’t mind it. Soon, they arrived outside the station. "Are you taking a bus home, or is family coming to pick you up?" Meng Heming queried, as he weighed the bag in his hand and observed the elder’s seemingly absent-minded manner. "I’m taking the bus." While speaking, the elder turned her eyes toward the road, quickly spotting a bus approaching in the distance, though her eyesight was poor, and she anxiously asked, "Can you help me see, what number bus that is?" Meng Heming turned to look at the road, "Number twelve."